Friday, April 17, 2015

One-Armed Gunslingers

MM IX The Millions

By Daniel Kalder

Most, if not all attempts at bringing non-Spaghetti
Euro-Westerns to a U.S. audience have failed. Blueberry is long out of print,
and although there is a small press called NEMSI dedicated to publishing Karl
May’s work in English — it is very much a niche affair. Recently however the
Los Angeles-based wing of French publisher Humanoids attempted to bring another
example of the genre to American shores. Like Lucky Luke or Blueberry, Bouncer: The One-Armed Gunslinger is a
comic strip, but one written by the legendary underground film director
Alejandro Jodorowsky.

Since his planned movie adaptation of “Dune” was aborted
in the late 1970s, most of Jodorowsky’s formidable creative energy has been
poured into cartoon strips, where his preoccupations with sex, violence,
spirituality, and physical deformity rampage as gleefully on the page as they
once did on the screen — which is why anybody looking for a typical Jodorowsky
head trip may find Bouncer: The One Armed
Gunslinger startling for its restraint. The relatively realistic tone is
set by artist François Boucq, whose depictions of the Western landscape are
stunning. The setup is classical –- in the town of Barrio City somebody is
assassinating figures of authority via the bite of a poisonous snake. There is an
evil land baron, a corrupt sheriff, and there are whores, saloons, and
squabbles over territory, etc.

The strangest thing in Bouncer is the titular protagonist
— a dense, bizarre distillation of Western anti-hero tropes. Drunken,
illiterate, the one-armed son of a whore, he is nevertheless nearly as quick
and accurate on the draw as Lucky Luke. Bouncer moves in a world of exaggerated
violence and evil much darker than that of conventional Westerns. Jodorowsky
subjects his hero to constant degradation, humiliation, and cruelty — as the
town’s hangman he is forced to execute the love of his life and her husband.
Later, bodies are fed to pigs in a scene that recalls the almost equally
cynical HBO series ‘Deadwood’. But Bouncer is much more tightly plotted than
that brilliant/turgid TV show. There is a spectacular scene featuring three
Mexican assassins and a devilish monkey. The masterful silent choreography is a
vivid reminder that Jodorowsky is the only trained mime ever to write a
Western.

Towards the end, Jodorowsky’s characteristic spiritual
concerns emerge in full force, and the book departs radically from the tone of
most, if not all, American Westerns. Jodorowsky is promiscuous with symbols; he
never tells straight allegories, but rather spins genre stories saturated with
imagery that can be interpreted in different ways. Thus as the assassinations
of Barrio City’s notables mount, Jodorowsky seems to be mounting an almost
Sadean assault on earthly authority. His heroes are all deformed or mutilated physically
and spiritually, but striving towards a goal higher than the accumulation of
power and wealth. Finally the assassin reveals himself to Bouncer and the
solution to the mystery transforms the hero’s understanding of everything; he
learns his true identity and discovers a mystical destiny simultaneously.
Cormac McCarthy may have excelled at the existentialist Western, but here
Jodorowsky seems to have invented the Gnostic Western — all the while observing
genre conventions and reveling in vulgarity and violence.

Is this “authentic” though? Will it make sense to an
American readership? Well it’s worth remembering that, unlike most purveyors of
the Euro-Western, Jodorowsky is himself American, albeit of the Chilean,
Spanish-speaking variety, and he grew up in the 1930s and ’40s in a world as
rough-hewn as any depicted in the movies. Thus, while it’s probably safe to
ignore the works of Karl May and the fantasies of Germans in teepees who reject
actual Native Americans as unauthentic, when Jodorowsky expands the Western
into new territory, perhaps North Americans should sit up and take notice. The
world of Bouncer may be strange and dark, but it’s the real thing.

About Me

Born in Toledo, Ohio in 1946 I have a BA degree in American History from Cal St. Northridge. I've been researching the American West and western films since the early 1980s and visiting filming sites in Spain and the U.S.A. Elected a member of the Spaghetti Western Hall of Fame 2010.